This short story is based on the writing prompt “Write about someone who’s been sent to a boarding school” from Reedsy Prompts, and has been originally posted on their site, which can be found here. The first thing that I… Read More ›
And by the way, there are no surprises in death. No one is taken too early. You see, when someone is born their death is decided.
I had never known how I would die. In fact, very few people did. For the most part, we just knew when. It was a terrifying prospect, waking every morning and crossing another day off the calendar, as your end drew closer. But it was just our way of life.
Once upon a time, there was a little village and in that little village, there was a little street. The little street was right next to the woods, and lots of farmers fields, and during the summer the villagers would open their windows to smell the sweet country air.